Sir Mix-a-Lot

Sir Mix-a-Lot - Mack Daddy 2 lyrics

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Mack Daddy
 Ain't you tired of that gameless mark smackin' you in your face baby?
 Mack Daddy
 You better roll with the big mack  the man with the game
 Mack Daddy
 Gotta big snake  all you gotta do is make it dance  you know what I'm sayin'
 Mack Daddy

 *RAP*

 I'm rollin' to another neighborhood
 Me 'n my boyz  up to no good
 Chasin' miniskirts 'n the ride is packed
 Rollin' to a mall called SeaTac
 Cruisin' 'n the cops don't like that
 'Round the mall once 'n don't come back
 Four-door Rolls with the black exterior
 Turbo Bentley, white interior
 A Rolls Royce fulla big black men
 In the suburbs, messin' with citizens
 Walkin' in the mall, looka how I spit
 Sloppy dressed brothers make the females blitz
 Big long starters, black low tops
 Mack daddy hat got me lookin' like Pops
 But that's cool, cuz, I'm mackin' anyway
 'N your females my prey
 'N I'm callin' out skirts like Chuck D
 Sista we missed ya, get wit' me
 Comin', runnin, your boyfriends gunnin'
 The big boss is so cunnin'
 Some of my home boys hate me
 They get a microphone, then try to take me
 But you ain't slip, sayin' what's up Mix?
 Boy I'm hip to your tricks

 I'm the Mack Daddy
 Mack Daddy
 Yeah ain't no reason to bet ya
 'Cause I'm the Mack Daddy
 Steadily mackin'
 Mack Daddy

 Kickin' in a buffed up Lamborgini
 If your females proper she gots to see me
 'Cause I'm the king of the roll outs
 Mack Daddy is back still runnin' my mouth
 I see a freak on the SeaTac strip
 My Lamborgini's brakes get grip
 So I pull up on to The Spot
 I start frontin', 'cause I wanna get jocked
 Topped off the gas, whipped out my cash
 'N one girls starts to laugh


 But I'm still smooth
 'N my game is on, so I make my move
 Say, you in the white pants
 I'm a step close to ya, but I won't dance
 'N what you laughin' at
 All the girls start pointin' at my hat
 'N I'm a giggle wit' 'em, 'cause I just wanna get wit' 'em
 I don't hit 'em, I just wanna stick 'em
 So I pull baby girl to the side
 She said she likes my car
 I said take a ride
 So we flipped up the doors on the Contach
 But gettin' in a Lamborgini is hard
 So I grabbed baby girl by the rear end
 I thought she might need help gettin' in
 So I clos' the do'
 'N now you kno'
 Mack Daddy is about to sco'
 The girl said, baby you can have me
 So I stopped at the tail
 'Cause I'm the Mack Daddy

 Mack Daddy
 All you all gameless marks know
 Mack Daddy
 I'm the Mack Daddy
 Mack Daddy
 Yew

 I don't smoke no weed, but I like to G
 I don't mean O.G., I mean sex baby
 'Cause a brother like me don't date
 I sling records 'n tapes
 The Rhyme Cartel with the Def American
 Gettin' brothers sprung like Farrakhan
 'N I'm stuffin' my ladies pumps
 In the backa my Benz I humps
 I'm nasty 'n proud
 To hell with cool, I'm G'in' 'em loud
 Other people at the hotel gets no rest
 'Cause Mixalots bumpin' them headrests
 She got booty for days
 Other brothers is pullin' up
 But she ain't phased
 'Cause I laid my game like a concrete slab
 She's the kinda skirt a mack gotta have
 Rollin', showin' her off
 'N some fool tried to call me soft
 He's in a one nine seven two skin head caddy
 A old superfly mack daddy
 So my girl stepped out 'n he tried to mack
 But she ain't havin' that
 You see your game is weak, G
 My girl, I ain't slappin', I'm mackin'
 'N rappin'

 Mack Daddy
 I'm the Mack Daddy
 Mack Daddy
 I'm the Mack Daddy
 Mack Daddy
 Come over here and get some of this snake
 Mack Daddy
 I'm the Mack Daddy
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